There it was Halloween 2003 - I had went all out on my costume this year - spent a lot of money - I had a feeling something big was going to happen tonight. There I was dressed in a black patent leather French Maid's outfit complete with braided pig tails, black fishnet stockings, low-cut bustier and white stilletto heels. I felt like a diva
There were 4 of us friends that had plans to do something (I can't remember what it was now), but my best friend had called the day before Halloween to ask if we wanted to change our plans and go up to his aunt & uncle's Halloween party in Iowa 2 1/2 hours away (we live in Missouri). I really did not want to drive almost 3 hours just to go to a party because I didn't think I'd have fun. I even told my best friend no because his aunt's son had a well known crush on me and I knew he'd be there so I just really did not want to go at all, but then I had spent all of this money on my costume and had been planning this that I didn't want to be left doing nothing.
So the 4 of us decide to go to Iowa - although it wasn't easy. We didn't even make the decision to finally go until around 7pm on Halloween, so we go and gas up his car and get ready to leave when the driver's side door will not shut, period. We couldn't drive 3 hours holding a heavy door closed. The only other option for a comfortable ride was to borrow his grandpa's van - but to do that we had to put the 2 rear seats back in - and then we had to go get more gas even though we had all put the gas money into his car. It didn't look good.
We finally get on the road to Iowa and end up at the party around 11pm. It was such a magical night and one of the best of my life. I was the life of the party, everyone flocked to me including women! I couldn't believe it so I just went with it and had a blast.
I was the center of attention including holding the attention of my future boyfriend and his best friend. One of them said I looked better than Britney Spears and when I asked who said it - they both argued over which one had. I was attracted to Jon from the moment I saw him. We spent the rest of the party getting to know each other and he still hadn't asked for my number before we were getting ready to leave. I thought what the hell? I just invested a night of my time & effort and he's just going to let me go. So right before I left I said so did you want my number? And he looked stunned, and said but you live 3 hours away, I said so? Do you want my number or not? He quickly left and came back with a pen and we exchanged numbers.
He gave me a strong hug and we said goodbye. Four days later on a Weds, I decided to call him, he was shocked to hear from me, said he never thought he'd hear from me again. We talked for 7 hours - I had the $400 cell phone bill to prove it. I called him again the following night and on the spur of the moment I asked if he wanted to spend the weekend with me but I forwarned him that I owned a handgun and knew how to use it. I think that almost scared him into NOT coming. So I drove to Iowa to pick him up, we didn't get back to my place until about 2:30am. As soon as I finished showing him around my place, I leaned in and kissed him softly. I remember saying that was the kiss I wanted after I had left him at the party. We spent the weekend together and on our last night he professed he was already in love with me. I took him back to Iowa and felt so empty when I left. He felt the same way too. A week later we talked about him moving in with me since I had a great career and was not willing to re-locate. A little less than 3 weeks after we met, we were making a home together. And here it is now almost 2 years later - I'm hoping he'll propose to me within this year! And to think I almost didn't even go to that party up in Iowa!